easy as sunday morning

beyond the trees are places much the same
as where we sit and smile and the pale light
the day and hour seem to come out just right
there is no reason now for fear or shame
in every heart we see the living flame
our one defence against the long dark night
the only gift we won't ever requite
nothing deserves either our praise or blame
beneath my window red and purple blooms
autumn's bright flowers have their time in the sun
for the bleak winter will too soon arrive
we are not trapped forever in our rooms
and have much more to say before we're done
while joying in the fact that we're alive